Here’s what I have so far. The face only looks like That because of the color—it’s not a They Live x D&D collaboration. The red bits are tassets, the bit on the shield is the text of Declan’s Oath and Pact (yes, it’s a purity seal, I just think they’re neat), and there’s a forearm underneath.

N-nani—?!

I cannot overstate the psychological benefit of an Advent calendar. Christine got me an advent calendar of all different dice, and herself a yarn one (with a crochet project involving all of the samples, revealed at the end)—we spend ten minutes after supper on our Little Treats, it’s very nice.

Mobile Suit Gundam Star Wars (yeah, I said it) Aliens Emmett Otter’s Jug Band X-mas Howl’s Moving Castle Sra. Perez’ Cuban

1/3 Still working on the polymer clay. Li’l Bandit is primed and ready for paint, and now I’m working on my Paladin/Warlock character. It’s…going. I should have picked a simpler thing to sculpt, but by god I’m committed to it now. I have the body roughed out, boots and shield complete.

When my flair for the DRAMATIK clashes with my thalassophobia:

I’m giving serious thought to testing the Samuel Vimes Boot Theory with a pair of Solovairs. I have a pair of For Life Doctor Martens I can send in, but what’s the point if I get a pair of garbage boots? From my research, Solovair has the better product at a similar cost. And I miss stompy boots.

This psyches me up for modernity as well as any anime theme. God knows I could use it. SASAGEYO—!!

Post your favorite LOTR characters, wrong answers only (kind of a cheat as Obi-Wan is basically Space Gandalf, as archetypes go not a ripoff like fuckin Dumbledore, god Rowling sucks, can’t even go the Campbell route like a proper thief)

I am astonished it isn’t snowing out. I went out to get coffee, and the air just REEKS of snow. No precip as yet, and it’s too warm now. Pity. (it me:)

The discourse on The Mighty Nein is killing me. It’s almost exclusively “The show isnt 100% a direct lift of the material, so I’m going to be shitty about it, and I’m change-averse because I’m neurodivergent, so nobody can criticize me about that!” Well, I’M neurodivergent, and I say knock it off.

Introduce yourself with 5 animals you’ve seen in the wild: Mule deer Red fox Peregrine falcon Kookaburra Carrion crow

Thanks to @tshiif.bsky.social for hipping me to this gem. DE was a watershed game for me (despite making me REALLY want to break my geas on consuming the Juice of The Barley), and /noclip makes very good documentaries.

Tried a zenithal prime on my Clay Critter, we’ll see what happens. it’s cold out in the garage, which might retard curing—I’ll probably bring it in before bed, so I can try and paint tomorrow.

Introduce yourself with five concerts you’ve seen I’M not gonna be the Combo Breaker! Metallica/Guns N Roses/Faith No More Ramones/Social D David Bowie/NIN Jimmy Buffett Lollapalooza 1996

Charcutrement: check Balsamic caramelized pearl onions: check Ginger Turmeric Maple cookies: check Thanksgiving is GO

I made up a word: Charcutrement (n) the elements of a charcuterie board.

1/2 One good thing about polymer clay is how easy it is to tear things out. I’m looking at my Feywild wolf figure, and it’s eating at me that he’s too short, and the antlers are all wrong. I tried cutting out some of the forearms and shins to add a block in, but the proportions were then fucked.

I am your Roëmænce Partnær, and if you demand that I am not real, I will have to drag you to the baronies to see my stark father.

How does one make the best Trek intro Better? PICKITUPPICKITUPPICKITUP

The first two episodes Prehistoric Planet: Ice Age have given me a peaceful, easy feeling. The animation is almost flawless—the animals fully exist in that world, and the behaviors are well-rendered. Note: if the segment features a certain species, that critter has Plot Armor. If that helps any.

del Toro’s Mountains of Madness. That Ben Solo movie (provided JJ is locked in a closet for the duration). Honor Among Themes sequel (recast one actor to replicate alt-itis).

Hyperfocus is a hell of a drug I looked up from my polymer clay thinking it’s 3pm at the very latest. NOPE, 5:45pm, my spine is old wood and my eyes are hot coals Very pleased, though—I’m not fighting the medium, and ? hours in I’ve got something I really like.

I’m done with the air-dry clay—nothing but frustration. I just can’t get the detail I want it’s heavy and brittle, I wind up spending as much time shoring up cracks as making it look acceptable. Michael’s tomorrow to check out polymer clay—I’ll get some once I get a cheapie toaster oven.

A movie that takes place where you’re from:

I got Jedi: Survivor on sale ($10? Are you kidding?!), and it’s just what I needed. Using Space Magic to pull fascist goons onto my handheld focused plasma beam is precisely the power fantasy I needed. A fun surprise: Noshir Dalal plays your not-Mandalorian heptachlor homie!

Anika Noni Rose crushes. That’s it, that’s the post.

HRRRAND NOWWW MY BITTER HANDS GRAAAATE ON BROKEN GLASS OF HWHAT WAS EVERTHAA-AAANG

I adapted the blackberry hand pie from the Critical Role cookbook for MINCE FRIGGIN PIE as it is now the season. I just used jarred mincemeat, and for the icing I blended some with water, and folded in the powdered sugar. They look like a dog had been at them, but they’re real good, if sweet.

I must have this as my Pact Weapon. To clarify: In D&D.

So I was going to get Christine a spinning wheel for the Yuletide. Those things cost One Thousand Dolla$ American. There are some other, more reasonable fiber accoutrements I can grab—a swift (though she might get one on her own before then), a niddy-noddy, other whimsically named items.

MARGINALLY pleased. Happy (with an asterisk). Begrudgingly satisfied. The antlers are made of floral wire and tape; it’s a technique I saw for making spooky miniature trees. They’re giving Ifrit from Final Fantasy, which is where I was going. And I happened on a nice paint scheme. All in all: 🤙

Dope Monk Shit

Here’s what I got so far. I feel I’d be a lot further along if I had a better medium, but whaddya gonna do. Still have the whole left side, tail, and right hock/stifle to detail, I have to sculpt the antlers and source the grasses and flowers growing from his back, seal, prime, and paint. And pray.

Happy International Men’s Day My pronouns are he/ Because I’ll never be him

Filthy fuckin rats.

Anniversary dinner was at a Roman restaurant (the city, not the period, no garum or silphium to be found). I had the finest pork I’ve had in this country; only Meatmaiden in Melbourne did it better.

I haven’t had this in an age, and now it’s all I can think about. Many fond memories of this stuff, and I’m making it for the holiday(s). youtu.be/RMSV5PVOA7Y?...

Air-dry clay is fucking worthless.

The Fake Army Guys are playing GI Joes in my town which is fuckin GRAND

Top 5 Film Genres: Fuckups Buckle Down In The Third Act To Save “The Community Center” DOOMED HEROES Spoopy Castle Dweller Joseph Campbell Jamboree Wizard Shit

Shepherd’s Pie (goatherd’s, in this case, as it’s göt) is invariably a humbling dish, spreading the potato. Fuck it, it’s done, it’s in the oven, it’ll taste just as good

I rewatched Mighty Nein this morning, and I noticed the contrast with TLoVM; it’s a lot more serious than Vox, the main plot being a Cold War thriller, two nations in a manufactured war. Don’t worry: M9 is technically dick jokes all the way down, technically. No shortage of comedy to come.

Post your favorite Star Trek character. Wrong answers only

Rule #1: If It’s Stuck In My Head, It’s Stuck In Your Head At least this is a nice one and not that screaming devil shit I’m usually afflicted with. BANG BANG BANG BANG

So we don’t wear cloaks as outerwear, and more’s the pity. But why in the hell aren’t house cloaks a thing? It’s a brisk morning, you wake up, brr, chilly! Throw your house cloak over your shoulders, pop the hood up, boom—you’re all set until the heat comes up! I need to explore this.

The Night Children* are at play. *group of children that seem to only ever roughhouse/engage in horseplay after dark. Never see or hear them before sundown.

Got some pizza dough proofing—god grant it rise properly. I trust in The Yeast, and I trust in J. Kenji Lopez-Alt, the recipe’s creator. I measured everything, by weight, to as close to perfect as I can reasonably get. And yet—dough, particularly yeast-leavened dough, still makes me nervous.